I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts Chapter 242

Grindelwald took Sean Apparition to the outside of Malfoy Manor. After landing, he looked at Sean with interest: "Generally speaking, this kind of moment requires a more gorgeous appearance ceremony."

Sean shrugged: "Sir, if you walk in after me, this is too gorgeous."

"Nice idea, I look forward to that day." Grindelwald smiled and disappeared into the air.

Sean retracted his gaze, he casually waved his black robe, and then walked towards the manor with a smile.

The Malfoy Manor was brightly lit, and the luxury villa, which had only had a few masters and servants, suddenly became crowded.

People in black with black hoods and their faces covered gathered in the living room, but even with a large number of people, there was still no noise in the room.

Bellatrix Lestrange was dressed particularly solemnly tonight. She was not masked, and she looked extraordinarily beautiful tonight in a black lace court dress, a gorgeous pearl necklace, and a linen gauze decorated with magic flowers.

However, the frenzy on her face ruined her elegant beauty.

Beside her was a man with equally enthusiastic eyes. He was not masked, and was looking forward to the door at this time.

The owners of the manor, the Malfoys, did not cover their faces either.

"My colleagues—" Lucius spoke up, he seemed to want to do more before the master arrived, "Show your faces and see your timid appearance, the master should not be happy. "

The masked Death Eaters looked at each other, and one of them said in a loud voice, "Lucius, when you notified me, you said you would discuss it together—Master's movements, now that everyone has gathered, let's talk."

Bella turned her head sharply: "Pay attention to your tone, and keep your respect when referring to the master."

The man seemed to want to say something, but finally gave up.

Lucius raised his head slightly: "There are still people who have not arrived-"

The man standing beside Bella sneered. He was Bella's husband Rodolphus Lestrange, a fanatic of Riddle.

"Those cowardly, stupid betrayers, they already want to leave their relationship with their masters."

"The owner's movements are unknown..." A voice said in a small voice, unable to hear the source.

Bella raised her wand and put it down slowly, she smiled: "Cowardly mouse... someone will punish you..."

Hearing this sentence, the other Death Eaters looked at each other, and they heard the meaning of each other's words.

"Master... is back?" a Death Eater said timidly.

"What? You shouldn't be celebrating this? Avery?" A wizard beside him called out his name with a smile.

Avery, whose name was called, paused for a moment, and then looked angrily at the person who revealed his identity: "Wilkes, don't forget your actions this year!"

Wilkes twitched the corner of his mouth, and his voice still had a sinister feeling: "Avery, you should worry about yourself first, your father is much more loyal than you."

"The loyalty of the Avery family does not need to be judged by others."

"Yes, the master has something in mind--isn't it?"

Bella and the Malfoys did not stop the Death Eaters from arguing, but watched the scene coldly. The gathered Death Eaters did not know that their master had recovered, and they had different thoughts, ranging from temptation to fanaticism.

Of course, those who didn't come to the scene were already dead.

Bella held a piece of parchment in her hand that recorded what had happened to the gathering of the Death Eaters these days.

She was not the mad woman tortured by Dementors at this time, and she still had considerable wisdom. With the help of her husband, the content on the parchment was clear and detailed.

Bella looked at the door expectantly, and now, just waiting for the master's return...

The relationship between the Death Eaters is very strange. Except for Riddle and a very few people, they only know the true identities of a few people, but various small circles are intertwined, and their identities will soon be exposed.

They can't stop their identities from being exposed, and they work harder to uncover other people's identities. As for the purpose, most people have a clear idea in mind - if things are exposed and the Death Eaters lose their power, they may be able to exchange their freedom by betraying their former companions.

Time passed little by little. Bella, Regulus, and Malfoy, who had gathered them, did not speak. The Death Eaters became more and more impatient, but no one dared to leave immediately before the guess in their hearts was confirmed. .

Of course, many people already have other thoughts in their minds - if they still can't see the prospect of the Death Eaters and the hope of Riddle's recovery after tonight, then they really have to consider the matter of leaving.

People's hearts are like an undercurrent flowing in the air under the deep water. As the sky gets darker, the atmosphere in the manor becomes more and more restless.

Lucius and his wife looked at each other and understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

"Why didn't you show up? What was the identity of that person last night?"

For most of the people here, they joined the Death Eaters because of Riddle's charisma and because of the slogans they shouted.

As a pure-blood wizard, who doesn't want to rise to the top because of blood?

However, over the years, due to the existence of the two mountains, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, although the Death Eaters have developed into a fairly powerful organization, most of their activities are carried out underground.

Even the first big move of their organization leader encountered Waterloo, and even got into trouble.

They don't doubt the master's strength, but the prestige has always declined.

The uncertainty of the future is the biggest worry for speculators.

Just as people became more impetuous, in Malfoy Manor, the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling suddenly trembled slightly, and the flaming fireplace not far away seemed to be suddenly mixed with moisture, and the flame was beating like an invisible big hand. Clutching tightly and unable to breathe, the luxurious living room turned bright and dark.

The door opened by itself, and a figure that most people felt unfamiliar appeared in front of everyone.

"Welcome—" The visitor calmly opened his hands, as if he was the master here.

"Sean Wallup!" Several wizards who participated in the original operation against Sean widened their eyes, and they didn't understand why the other party was here.

The convener of the party, Bella and the others did not respond. Lucius poked his cane hard, and the marble floor made a muffled sound.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became strange, and the Death Eaters all took out their wands.

Some people remember that Sean was the owner's former target, and they wanted to catch the kid who suddenly appeared.

Some people suspect that this is a trap set by the Auror or Dumbledore, and want to escape from here.

There are more people who don't know the situation. They don't know Sean's identity or the meaning of the other party's appearance here. They just follow the movements of their companions and take out their wands.

Sean smiled and scratched, the flames in the fireplace calmed down, and the chandelier stopped shaking.

At this time, others noticed that there seemed to be a Sagiri-like thing flowing around one of Sean's hands.

"Bella—" Sean walked slowly to Bella and stretched out his hand.

"Lord...Master?!" Bella trembled.

"My smart girl—" Sean praised, and the hearts of others in the living room set off a storm!

Is this underage boy in front of him his once powerful master? !

Sean stared at everyone coldly, even though his heartbeat had begun to speed up - it was too exciting to pretend to be the darkest one before so many villains.

But he still has enough confidence.

Riddle was inherently suspicious, ruling his subordinates not by charisma, but by powerful magic. Riddle would not open his heart to anyone but himself.

Among the Death Eaters present, no matter how many are absolutely loyal and how many are scheming, as long as he is the real Riddle, no one will dare to betray.

Sean stretched out a hand, the smile on his face was calm but arrogant: "Compared with these guys who should be sent to the grave, your loyalty is moving—"

"Master, master..." Bella almost trembled with excitement.

"But now, don't act like a fool—" Sean narrowed his eyes.

Bella's whole body was jolted, and she finally reacted and passed the parchment in her hand.

Sean casually walked to the head of the long table and sat down, without even glancing at the various Death Eaters around him.

The parchment recorded all the Death Eaters' information, including everyone's reaction after the summoning order was issued.

Sean saw a lot of familiar names on it. Before he came here, he searched for a lot of information, and also spent a sum of Galleons to buy a wizard information from Knockturn Alley - as long as the money is given, there is never any personal information. What privacy.

Looking at it casually, he raised his head and glanced at everyone present with a smile.

"Please sit down, why don't you sit down?"

The Death Eaters looked at Sean with a relaxed expression but cold eyes, and they unconsciously exchanged glances with the people around them.

Bella said this is the master? But, but...

Doubts have arisen in many people's minds, but no one dares to really raise doubts until there is practical proof.

Under this eerie silence, the Death Eaters gradually took their seats.

"How long have it been?" Sean licked his lips, then waved his hand casually, "Come on, my friends, take off your masks and let me take a good look, I think you think so much. —"

There was silence for a while, but no one made a move.

Bella stood up abruptly, and she roared at everyone: "Can't you hear? Can't you hear the master's words?!"

"Shh, shh," Sean stretched out a finger, "Bella, always remember that as nobles among wizards, we must be well-educated—"

"Yes, yes..." Bella sat down immediately like a docile puppy, and maintained an elegant sitting posture.

It's nice to have a fanatical believer...

Sean sighed secretly, then looked at everyone.

"You guys - seeing what I look like now, you must have a lot of thoughts in your heart, I can understand, my friends."

As soon as he finished speaking, his wand suddenly pointed at a person.

With a shock of mind and suspicion and fear, that person had no defense and did not dare to defend.

The shrill screams echoed in the living room, and everyone shuddered. When they looked at the young man sitting in the first place, their eyes finally began to gradually regain their fear.

In Sean's mind, the number jumped from thirty-eight to forty, and below it was the name of the ability: Echoes of Hermione Granger.

For every five spells cast, the next spell becomes silent cast; for every twenty spells, the next spell becomes wandless; for every forty spells, the next spell will be increased. (The reverberation effect can be overlapped)

The next spell will be a staffless and silent augmentation spell!

Sean glanced at everyone blankly, and he suddenly laughed: "It looks like I have changed my body. I haven't seen you for so long, and some people have begun to forget me..."

The Death Eaters looked at each other, and finally, someone started to take off their hoods and masks.

One by one, like a chain reaction, when a mask is put on the table, more and more true colors are exposed to everyone's eyes.

Sean laughed even more happily, the corners of his mouth curved up evilly.

After some action, only five Death Eaters remained, and they hesitated to take off their masks.

"Oh, it looks like you don't believe your master anymore..." Sean sighed regretfully.

The remaining five people are nervous, but some of them are already suspicious.

Although the person in front of him behaved exactly like the master, he did not use the Dark Mark to contact everyone, which was the biggest flaw. If you think about it further, even if Sean Wallup in front of him is really occupied by his master, how much magic can a little wizard who has not graduated from school have?

They are not mediocre. The magic spell just now has been seen through. It is not the Cruciatus Curse but the Silent Acupuncture Curse.

This person in front of me is suspicious...

However, what made them dare not raise doubts was that Sean was so natural that it was difficult for them to speak.

"Master, I beg your pardon," said a sorcerer in a low voice. "My identity is more sensitive—and this is to serve you better in the future—"

"Shh..." Sean interrupted the other party's words~www.mtlnovel.com~ He supported one side of his face lazily, then put his wand in front of him and turned it casually.

The wand turned quickly, and Sean's face was playful.

Finally, the wand stopped and pointed to the right side of the long table.

Everyone looked over, and there was a person who had not taken off his mask.

"Lord, master..." The man stammered under the gaze of so many eyes.

Sean smiled and spread his hands: "As a leader, I must fully respect the opinions of my subordinates-you don't need to pick-"

"Master..." The man swallowed his saliva.

Then, Sean gave a blank hand in the air.

Everyone's instincts issued a warning, and their hairs suddenly stood up in an instant!

Chapter end